Jolly Old Saint Nick |
I know
the premise seems a bit silly, but in the spirit of creative writing and
holiday cheer, let’s role with it. Let’s presuppose for a moment that, in spite
of the evidence to the contrary, Santa Claus does currently exist as the
hallmark cards and Coca Cola commercials depict him – an obese elderly
gentlemen with a long white beard, a bright red suit (complete with hat), nine
magical reindeer who pull a flying sleigh, elves to make toys for the kids, and
that he delivers Christmas gifts to the good children of the world on Christmas
Eve. You know – the whole shebang.
Now,
let’s picture Chris Kringle up there at the North Pole. Maybe he’s in his
living room with a roaring fire going, reading over his list of good children,
checking it twice as it were. Mrs. Claus is sitting across from him reading Hunger Games, just to see what all the
fuss was about. They’ve recently finished dinner and are settling in for the
night. There is a blizzard raging outside, but the fire is making the living
room quite warm and welcoming. Now, look at the coffee table between Santa and
Mrs. Claus – what do you see? I’ll tell you what I see – an English-style pint
glass of oatmeal stout in front of Santa, and a tulip glass of saison in front
of Mrs. Claus. Both beers were made by the craft-beer loving brewer elves who
work down the street from Santa’s house and workshop at North Pole Alewerks.
An army of brewer elves, who may have had too much to drink |
Here’s
how I know the Claus’s are craft beer people.
1)
Santa, as all the evidence would suggest, is a person of discerning tastes. He wears
the finest furs and he lives in a spacious home with all the top whistles and
bells. Clearly, if he’s drinking an alcoholic beverage, it will be something of
some stature, taste-wise.
Reindeer aint cheap, and I got nine of 'em |
2)
Santa has means. Aligning with the first point, the Claus’s live a posh manor
in North Pole Towne, the largest home in the village. The rest of the residents
of the town either work for him directly, or are employed as a result of the
existence of his operation. He wants for nothing, as is evidenced by his rotund
stature, and has unfettered access to whatever he wants or needs, including
delicious craft beer. As I alluded to earlier, there is a craft brewery in
North Pole Towne – because we are taking over the earth. Who do thing funded
the establishment of that brewery?
3)
Look at Santa Claus. A man that large and in charge, living in a place as
freezing as the North Pole obviously is – do you really think he is drinking
some light, yellow, fizzy, industrial, mass-produced swill beer? He needs
something with the bollucks to it. He needs a beer that will warm you up and
keep you there. Obviously, his beer needs to be made from proper ingredients,
and a fair bit of them too. He’s most likely a stout hound, preferring dark
beers like porters and black lagers.
4)
Mrs. Claus is obviously running the show. Santa is undeniably the face of the
franchise, but his lovely bride is clearly the brains of the operation. She is
the consummate tactician, always thinking four steps ahead, and she is savvy
enough to know that what her husband does reflects upon her entire enterprise.
She is not about to let centuries of hard work and reputation-building be undone
by her husband drinking bad beer. She will ensure that he drinks only the best.
You thought he was driving this thing? |
5)
Rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer. Rudolf is one of the greatest cover-ups in the
history of the world. The song indicates that it was Rudolf’s glowing red nose
allowing him to navigate through the wintery storm that brought him to the
reindeer team and saved Christmas that year. The reality is, there’s always a
storm on Christmas Eve – if Rudolf’s navigation was needed due to bad weather, it would've been needed long before that one incident. The truth is, Rudolf’s
navigation was needed because Santa was too drunk to drive. He brought in
Rudolf so he wouldn't need to drive, and he could drink delicious craft beer
all night long to stay warm and pass the time. Rudolf drives, the other
reindeer propel the sleigh, and Santa sits back and drinks. Too easy.
Clearly,
based on the “evidence” listed above, Santa drinks craft beer. He loves it. So
please remember that this Christmas Eve and you’re leaving out some goodies for
him – he really doesn't want your milk and cookies – if you want to ensure
optimal gifting from the fat man, leave out beer and cheesecake. Good beer too,
something dark like a barleywine, stout porter, schwartzbier, etc. You’ll be
pleased with the results.
Barleywine and cheesecake never fail |
Here’s
to craft-brewed happiness… Cheers!
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